O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked,

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

If It Be Honor In Your Wars To Seem The Same You Are Not,--which, For Your Best Ends, You Adopt Your Policy--how Is It Less Or Worse, That It Shall Hold Companionship In Peace With Honour, As In War: Since That To Both It Stands In Like Request?

Demetrius Relent, Sweet Hermia: And, Lysander, Yield Thy Crazed Title To My Certain Right. Lysander You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him.